With each passing day I find the most difficult part of Mya leaving is the lack of closure. She was asleep when we left her in her new home and I don't feel like we were able to really explain things to her so she could understand. Even now I still hope and wonder if she will come back home to us. At what point do I move on, not just physically, but emotionally.
I keep myself busy. The kids have baseball, volleyball, track and church activities. I've even taken up canning and we're planning a garden for this summer. Soon it will be time to open the pool, mow the lawn and plant flowers. My life continues as if Mya were never a part of it. But my mind pushes out thoughts of her and my heart aches reminding me that she was and is a part of my life.